THE DOLORIAD

A grim meditation on the purpose of survival.

In the opening scene of Williams’ debut novel, youngest child Agathe watches as her father, who is also her uncle, wheels her older sister—the languageless, legless Dolores—into the forest, where he will leave her as a fertility offering to a perhaps apocryphal group their mother believes lives on the other side of ruined Prague. Agathe thinks that Dolores has been chosen for this abandonment due to “the blunt promise of her anatomy: the slack mouth and the round pig eyes; the antiquated languor of her fat white hands.” The cruelty of these perceptions herald the tone used throughout toward the book’s characters, who scrabble to survive in the aftermath of a holocaust which left the Matriarch and her brother as the only viable survivors. Rather than give in to the lethargy of despair, the Matriarch set herself the task of repopulating the denuded Earth, but though the family does survive and even thrive after a fashion, the lack of diversity in the gene pool has a predictable effect. When Dolores crawls back from the forest alone, neither bride nor sacrifice, the Matriarch’s uncharacteristic fallibility destabilizes the precarious balance between the older generation and the younger children who, in their violent strangeness, seem the true inheritors of this new Earth. Williams compiles her images in breathless, smothering drifts that mimic both the oppressive landscape and the gauzy unreliability of the main characters’ perceptions with virtuosic intensity. But while Williams’ linguistic project is akin to the early work of Cormac McCarthy, who mines similar themes with a similar sense of claustrophobic animality, her more absurdist touches (including a TV show featuring Thomas Aquinas and stories within the story that echo both pop culture and the Arabian Nights) guide the novel. This is unfortunate in a book that insists so fervently on the fetishization of its main characters’ disabilities. The result shifts an already deeply challenging book from a meditation on cruelty to an enactment of the same cruelty Williams set out with the intent to explore, but not, the reader has to believe, to indulge.

This novel awes on the sentence level but ultimately bludgeons the reader with the brutality of its larger vision.